Sam and Lara stood infront of an elderly man. They'd walked up to a small stone tower and climbed up the ladder, where they met this man. He wore a yellow jacket, brown pants and boots. His hair was gray and his eyes were blue.
"Sam and Lara, right?" the man asked.
"Yeah," Sam replied.
"I'm Auru. I've been investigating the old prison in the Gerudo Desert."
Sam looked past the man and over the eastern cliff above the lake. In the distance, he could see six tall towers set up in a circle.
"Something odd has been going on there," Auru was saying. "Rumors of a ghost."
"A ghost?" Sam asked. That got him interested. He'd always been interested in strange events that had to do with ghosts or spirits, but this might be a chance to see one up close.
"Aye," Auru replied. "Very strange, too. I'd go up there myself, but I'm old and I couldn't make the journey."
"We could go for you," Lara suggested. "We're always interested in an adventure now and then."
"Would you? That'd be great! Here, take this to Fyer. He's down on the docks, he'll know what to do with these notes."
Auru handed Sam a few pieces of papers. It was writen in some form of Hylian, but he couldn't understand it. They went down the path and down the long dock.
"Need me to hold your hand again?" Sam asked.
"No," Lara replied.
"Oh, howdy folks!" Fyer exclaimed. "Come back for another trip?"
"In a way," Sam said. He handed Fyer the notes. "Auru sent these."
"Auru? He's still alive is he? Well, let's see here...Alright, an Oasis flight coming right up!"
Fyer walked away from the door way into the cannon and let them pass without charge.
Sam pushed himself up off the ground. They'd taken the cannon ride to the top of the east cliff. He spit out a mouthful of sand and looked forward.
An endless desert of pale yellow sand spread across the valley. The afternoon sun crashed down across the sand, making it sparkle in places.
"This is the Gerudo Desert," Lara sighed. "It's dangerous, there're sand-traps and Molodorms out here."
"You know the safe path, right?" Sam asked.
"There's no safe path."
"Then we should run."
"And pass out before we even get half way to that tower?"
Lara pointed to a tall black tower that stood to the south of the prison.
"I guess we'll walk," Sam said. "C'mon."
They walked through the sand. The sun blazed down across the land, continuing to increase the desert's heat. They came to a few rocks, where there was shade.
They sat in the shadows and drank some of the water they'd brought.
"You're still wearing the Zora armor," Sam said. "You've got to be pretty hot. Aren't you going to take it off?"
"I would if I had something else under it."
"But you're wearing your leggings and shirt, so you would have something else on."
"I guess."
"I'd rather have you walking around in thin clothes instead of thick armor which'll weigh you down into the sand."
"Alright, alright." She stood up and walked to another rock where Sam couldn't see the other side. "You'd better not look around here, or I'll slap you so hard and so fast you won't know what hit you."
"I won't. That is if you don't get captured or something."
Lara walked around to the other side of the rock. Sam pulled out the bow and looped the quiver over a small rock sticking out of the larger one. He thought he'd heard something, like a small pebble falling against stone.
There was something close by, he knew it. But what he didn't know was the something was right behind him. He didn't know until it was too late, until he felt something hit him over the head, until he blacked out.
"Sam?" Lara called. "You're being really quiet, you okay?"
She came out from behind the rock. She'd changed into her blue tunic and was putting her armor into her bag when she saw Sam wasn't there.
"Sam? Come on, this is no time to play games!"
No reply. Lara searched around the rocks, there was no signs of Sam. Only the quiver of arrows and the Hero's Bow were set down on a small rock. But then she noticed something in the sand.
She knelt down and picked it up, it was a glass bottle, half full of water. Lara knew it wasn't her bottle, it was Sam's. She saw something in the sand, a cracked club.
"A Bublin's club," she gasped. "No! Sam's been kidnapped by the Bublins!"
She threw the club into the nearby rock and shattered the wood. She latched the quiver to her back and took the bow up in her left hand.
She ran across the sand towards the canyon. If she didn't move fast the Bublin's might find no use of Sam and kill him, or worse leave him somewhere inside Arbiter's Grounds.
Either way Lara wasn't going to let the Bublin's get away with it. The sun was setting fast, working completely to Lara's advantage in the raid of the Bublin camp.
Ferrion: It's a miracle! Lara didn't get captured this time! Anyhow, this might be the last update for a while, I'm going on a trip in a few days, I'll be gone all week with no internet. (the torture!!) I'll write while I'm at camp and get a chapter up asap! See ya'll later!